Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.